Pressed, then finally, Crushed

No matter where I go, I feel some degree of alienation, be it distant, or overwhelmingly suppressing. Appears a simple trick of the mind, blocking out the feeling, making it seem as though all is well. But you know, and I know, now especially, that that trick can never last. Mine tends to have a recurring pattern of the expiration date being firmly set on 4 years.

Self-worth destroyed, confidence realised to be an illusion; morals and life goals (by which any one really lives by (seriously, don't deny it; no matter how silly, or simple, or even dark they can be, they're there)) questioned.

Alienation presses. Can't be fought. Crushed.

With nothing really found to turn to, darkness creeps in like a fog, suffocating.

Only real solution is a fresh start, an escape.

As this isn't an option this time, I suppose we'll see what really happens if the darkness is left to set in, to settle.

Or, at least I will.